This week’s poem, called Thoughts of Yesterday is by Gissie.
Dearest Mum, I see you through the mists of time, waiting for me at the old school gate
In your flowered dress with tiny waist
Always there, never late.
I couldn’t wait for school to end I ran to hold your hand, I was so happy I’d hum a little tune as we walked along
When I was a child and you were young.
It was love at first sight on that summer’s night, when Dad saw you at the fair
He remembered the song that was playing
and the lovely blue dress that you wore.
Simple pleasures keep gentle on my mind when we gathered dandelions in the meadow to make the homemade wine, we picked fruit in the summer
made all those pots of jam, and how lovely walking
with the baby in the pram.
The fragrant rose growing over the garden wall
touched by a gentle breeze and the soft rain that fall, flourished and blossomed the whole summer through, somehow reminds me of you.
I know roses can’t last forever
they fade in the morning sun
one by one the lovely petals fall, softly
Silently until there’s nothing left at all.
Like the rose your memory will never fade
you live on in our hearts to stay
So dear Mum I’m writing these thoughts and words to you above
All tied up with beautiful ribbons of love.